Angry self

An angry self soaked in blood,

Encaged in a potential well,

Boiling, overflowing like flood:

Reminiscent of a man-made hell.

An angry self of that I am,

Drowning in the high seas,

Bereft of my will to mind

Enslaved by idiosyncrasies;

Of those that matter 

And of those that don't,

Nonetheless in harmful wont!

An angry self, live but dead

Inside my thinking head,

Crying out for air of will

To stretch beyond the hill.

An angry self beyond repair,

But crying out for a rebirth,

For freedom to think and say

Beyond the depth and  girth,

Of a society in  decay.

The price of life

Life, the ultimate frontier,

The only one thing 

We don't mind  to bear;

The one thing we owe, 

Ourness, all kind,

The one in every mind.

Day in, day out,

The end of which we fear,

Future, now and past

The one we revere.

Ephemeral but unique

Bitter-sweet and sour,

That some like, some dislike

Some savour, some devour!

'Tis all but life the means

'Tis all but life the end,

What else is for to live

What else is there to mend?

Every good thing comes scarce

And life is the scarcest beast,

Of all those things you took 'granted 

Cross life off your list!

Tru^{th}

What is this world but fake,

Who lives it for truth sake?

An end in self or just a means,

What is this truth we revere;

Is it the idea or just the form

We cater to and so much dare

To deem  it real for all that be,

Or t'is a thought worth the care?

When I die, if I die...

When I die, if I die,

When you come, if you come

To wish me best or say goodbye

I want you know and know it best

What you see is grains of dust;

Grains of dust that but someway

Luckily in me saw  light of day...

I, light of day used or missed,

But forever bound to the stars,

Wish to go fast and safe

Leaving no earthly scars.

So when I die, if I die,

If you come to wish me best

Would you make me earth-bound

Under your feet in the ground,

Or send me home in ashy light

And look me up every night?

But  burn me not alive

For if I don't, the stars don't call

Together we live the bounteous days

Starstuff, but happy and whole.

Past and future at present

The present blames the past,

And to the future it defers;

The future relies on the present

And forgetting the past it suffers.

Master vs Slave

My sanity, your little gift,

My suffering, your big thrift;

My happiness, your little wish,

My freedom, your slack leash.

Your comfort is my sole duty,

Your misfortunes, oh my pity!

Your desires, all my command,

And to your safety, I stand!

My very existence is your choice,

What's  there for me to rejoice?

Africry

You came begging for a crumb,
Into my little house made of grass;
I being kind -you taking me for dumb-
Offered a stay till the rains pass.
You being shrewd with petty desire,
With so little but humanly shame,
Setting my grassy house on fire,
Built monuments by your name.
You invited guests
And built your empires,
You enslaved me
To your heart's desires...
You made me pay
For my kind nature,
And let me scavenge
Like the vulture...
In places you now call home
I was but one day your host,
The least you could do was be a neighbor
If humble thanks were too much a cost!